Bangalore Express

I visited the Bangalore late August 2012, at around 7pm on a Wednesday. There was no-one upstairs to greet us, so we wandered down into a cavernous labyrinth below.

The music and the aircon were fierce, creating a deafening chill. The hard tables, hard floor and vorticist walls made it one of the City’s innumerable and indistinguishable concrete drinking holes, rather than a restaurant to relax in and enjoy the food.

We ordered the dosas. The presentation impressed: trendy square plates and the side vegetable (lentil) in its own pot, with clashing coloured sauces on the side. The dosa was enormous, over a foot long and overhanging the plate, and looked as tasty as a brandy snap.

But oh, dear. The chicken inside was hard, rubbery and tepid, and the flavours nowhere. Valiant chewing was required. We ordered a jug of beer, but that was watery and sour. Only the spiced lentils had any texture and taste to them.

I shan’t be going back.

The entrance to Bangalore Express is bold and promises much. It is centrally located in the heart of the city.
The décor manages to be both bright and bland at the same time
Service was excellent with attentive waiters and the food was served prompt.
However the food was very unappealing a lot mixing Indian food and pizza is not a winning combination. The food was bland with the source for our main course being added as an accompaniment.

I will not be returning